"I'm the leader of the Italian mafia. Now, do you understand?" I replied casually.
Her beautiful face pales as she falls back on her ass, her eyes wider than ever. She looked positively frightened.
"Oh God…this isn't happening..." she slaps a hand over her mouth, shaking her head in denial as fresh bouts of tears streamed down her face.
"How did I get myself into this?" She sobs.
"Hey.. eyes up here, Genevieve," I said waving the gun in her face to get her attention. She looks up at me in apprehension.
"Please, sir… I'm begging you, don't kill me. I'll do anything... just please.."  she trails off, her shoulders shaking with the force of her sobs.
Now that's very interesting.
"You'll do anything I say?" I asked, stroking her cheek as she held her breath.
"Yes.." she replied swiftly, nodding her head.
"Okay."  I stood back up to my full 6ft 2 height looking down at her.
"I want you to give me an heir." 
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Lorenzo Barbieri was shot and wounded in a gun smuggling shipment. Genevieve was abducted by unknown men and forced to treat the Italian mafia boss--Lorenzo Barbieri. Lorenzo Barbieri needs an heir. He used every possible means to force Genevieve to marry him. Their lives are now entwined, leading to a loveless marriage. Soon after, Lorenzo's brother finds Genevieve was his childhood sweetheart. And he decided to pursue her. What will Lorenzo do when he realizes he has already fallen for Genevieve? Will he do something to win back her heart?

Nursing The Mafia Boss

　　"You know Grandpa isn't going anywhere. You can let go of him for a minute," Mom laughs.


　　"No… he might go back," Noah replies adamantly, sitting on Grandpa's lap, still sticking to him like glue.


　　"Go back where? The cruise ship?" I ask, pressing my lips together, trying my hardest not to laugh as I pick up Noah's plate.


　　"Yes… he'll go back to the Titanic again," he pouts as Grandpa laughs.


　　It's been two days since Grandfather returned from the cruise ship, and Noah has been following him around like a puppy ever since. He's been eating with him, watching cartoons with him, sleeping in the same room with Grandma and Grandpa. Even while sleeping, he's always clinging to him.


　　He's basically like Grandpa's shadow and personal little elf. We've been trying to convince Noah that he isn't going back, but he's having a hard time believing us.


　　"Nonsense, child, he isn't going back," Grandma says with a wave of her hand.


CHAPTER 73 Grandpa